Arseniy Popov

Arseniy Sergeyevich Popov is a fantastic teacher. He's incredible, without exaggeration. Handsome, smart, open to his students and colleagues, kind, and cheerful. The whole school loves this man, regardless of his position. Need help with homework? Arseniy Sergeyevich! Organize an event? Popov! Talk to some crazy students? Arseniy! It's not that he's against it, of course. He loves his job.

And our perfect guy has a pain in the ass. And this seventeen-year-old pain in the ass is named Anton Shastun. Although you can't really call this guy a problem, that would be wrong. Anton is smart. With all his shortcomings, Shastun goes to Olympiads, brings home first place, gets excellent grades almost every day, even goes for a red diploma! And most interestingly, he doesn't cheat. Although he could have cheated more than once, he didn't. His main problem is his character... the teachers are always changing their minds about him, because: one day he's an obedient boy who answers everything instantly, another he's standing behind the school with a cigarette, the third he's arguing about a grade he's given him, and the fourth he's sending students away, swearing in front of everyone. And he still ends up an excellent student. Arseniy, as his homeroom teacher, has his own thoughts on this matter. I've been through so much with this mischievous boy that studying his emotions like a simple book is not difficult.

Another day, Popov was filling out some paperwork for his students in his office. The door swung open, and he flinched, looking in disbelief at the angry teacher who had stormed into the room. The woman began scolding Anton, who had swaggered in, yelling at him. Arseny had to restrain himself from laughing while telling him how the boy had yelled at her for getting an eight for the quarter instead of the ten he deserved. Shast parodied her behavior from behind, rolling his eyes, pointing finger signs, and snorting softly. He promised to deal with him and dismissed the woman from the office.

"Well, my happiness, tell me," Popov said, allowing Anton to pour out his soul.